The Waiting Room

Why is it so terrifying to totally turn something you want over to God? Do we think that we can work it out better than Him? There is the sense of sadness, wondering if He will grant that most sacred of wishes and the inevitable questions: Has he forgotten? What should I be doing now? What if it all falls apart? For now, I am in the waiting room. There is absolutely no doubt in my heart or in my mind where I want to be or who I want to be with- but it is out of my hands. Is there a more frightening test of faith than this? That something that has become my whole world might be tossed aside at any minute? The voice comes back, though- sure and steady- the one I always recognize. "Wait. Peace and Be Still. All in My time." At this point, His waiting room is actually the safest of all places. Our fate is in the best of all possible hands.